Chapter 415 Resurrection from the Dead
Although Xiao Jiuer's voice was not loud, it was very important in the hearts of the villagers.
The people in the institute stopped crying.
The man who was swinging the sledgehammer paused.
Everyone looked over.
Little Jiuer was so anxious that she kept waving her hands, "Hold it in! Hold it in! Open the door quickly!"
"Master Xiaojiu..." The villagers had tears on their faces and their eyes were filled with sadness. "We know that Master Xiaojiu is loyal and righteous, but let the headman rest in peace!"
"Yes! Let the village head rest in peace! No one can escape life and death, Master Xiaojiu, please relax!"
"Hehehe!" Little Jiuer suddenly grinned, "Grandpa, the village head, he didn't wash it!"
The villagers were silent for a moment, and suddenly cried even harder.
"Master Xiaojiu, please get well soon!"
Woo woo woo, what should I do?
The head of the village left, and Lord Xiaojiu was so sad that he became stupid!
These two people are their backbone!
"My daughter!" Ye Yanping choked with sobs, his eyes red, "Don't scare Daddy!"
"Daddy, you've gained weight!" Xiao Jiuer's eyes lit up.
"My daughter, daddy is back, but seeing you like this, daddy is so heartbroken." Ye Yanping's eyes were filled with tears.
"Daddy, I'm fine!"
Little Jiuer pointed in the direction of the coffin and put her little mouth close to Ye Yanping's ear, "Daddy, go open the door!"
"Ah?" Ye Yanping looked at the coffin, then at Xiao Jiuer, "Girl, are you sure?"
"Yeah!" Little Jiuer smiled, "Daddy, go quickly! He hasn't washed his body yet!"
Ye Yanping is a daughter slave. If Xiao Jiuer tells him to go east, he will definitely not go west.
Xiao Jiuer said that the head of the village was not dead, but he didn't believe it. After all, today was the third day.
but.
If lifting the coffin lid can make his daughter less sad, what's wrong with letting him lift the coffin lid for the rest of his life?
"Okay!" Ye Yanping went straight to the coffin without hesitation.
The village head's wife, sons, daughters-in-law, and grandchildren were holding the coffin and crying bitterly, "Wife, father, grandfather."
Ye Yanping strode over and said firmly, "Make way, stay away from the coffin!"
The Zhuang family didn't understand what was going on, but because they trusted the Ye family so much, they stepped aside without saying a word.
Ye Yanping clasped the gap of the coffin with both hands, exerted force with his arms, and let out a "Hey Ha" sound!
Boom!
The coffin lid was opened!
Not only did it open, it also broke into pieces!
This scene happened too suddenly.
The Zhuang family members opened their mouths wide, "Yan Ping???"
The villagers' eyes widened: "Yan Ping!!!"
At this moment, a familiar voice came from the coffin, "Cough, cough, cough, I almost suffocated to death!"
Ye Yanping suddenly turned around and saw the headman in the coffin trying to sit up tremblingly!
"Alive...really not dead..." Ye Yanping's hairs stood up as he looked at the little dumpling in surprise.
The little dumpling tilted his little chubby face up and smiled, revealing a row of small white teeth.
The villagers exploded with a bang.
The brave villagers rushed forward and surrounded the coffin.
The timid ones dared not go forward at all and could only watch from afar.
The Zhuang family squeezed in, and the village head's wife tremblingly put her hand to his chest, "It's warm! His heart is beating!"
"father!"
"Grandpa!"
The Zhuang family cried with joy.
"Oh my God!"
The villagers woke up from their shock and hurriedly carried the headman out of the coffin.
It turns out that what Lord Xiaojiu said was true, Li Zheng is really not dead!
This is too incredible!
Amidst the surprised noise, the village head said in a hoarse and anxious voice:
"Where's Xiao Jiu'er? Is Xiao Jiu'er okay? Come on! I want to see Xiao Jiu'er!"
It’s true that he is back, but I don’t know what the King of Hell has done to Xiao Jiuer!
"I'm in debt!" came a sweet baby voice.
"Xiaobao!" The village head breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing the little boy running towards him with his arms and legs swinging, the village head burst into tears.
Thinking of how the little girl followed him all the way to the underworld, fought with the ghost officials, and dealt with the King of Hell, the head of the village felt both warm and painful in his heart.
How can he repay this kindness?
The old and the young held hands tightly.
The little dumpling was very happy and laughed happily.
The head of the village was very excited and swallowed the words back when they came to his lips.
Some words cannot be said.
We can’t cause trouble for Xiao Jiuer.
He will keep the fact that Xiao Jiuer snatched him back from the underworld as a secret forever.
He didn't know how long he had left to live, but he would take this secret to his grave.
When the villagers saw the old man and the young boy crying and laughing, they just thought they had a deep affection for each other.
"Village head, what on earth is going on?"
To be honest, they have experienced so many magical things over the past year.
But something like this kind of resurrection from the dead was beyond their imagination.
Could it be that Xiao Jiuer, this little immortal, even cares about the affairs of the underworld?
The village head waved his hand weakly and said, "If anyone has hot porridge, please give me a couple of mouthfuls. I'm starving!"
Everyone then remembered that the village head had not had a drop of water for several days.
“I have one at home!”
Immediately, some villagers came over with hot porridge.
Everyone helped the village head to sit down, and his son brought porridge to feed him.
"I'll do it myself." The headman took his son's hand and drank half a bowl of porridge in a few gulps.
"Finally I'm alive."
The village head looked at everyone's expectant eyes and couldn't help but smile: "I am an old man whose fate is not to die. I went to the underworld, but was chased back by the King of Hell."
"Huh?" the villagers said in unison. "You went to the underworld? And you met the King of Hell?"
"Yes!" the village head nodded. "The King of Hell said I was there too early, and he sent me back with a wave of his hand!"
Everyone exclaimed in amazement.
"What does the underworld look like?"
"What does the King of Hell look like?"
The village head waved his hand and said, "I'll talk to you guys about this when I have some free time."
"Okay, okay!" The villagers were eager to hear it right away, but thinking that the headman was still weak, they had to suppress their curiosity.
"I only stayed in the underworld for a stick of incense, but when I returned to the world of the living, it was already the day of my burial. I almost suffocated to death in the coffin."
Thinking of how they almost buried the resurrected headman, everyone felt a pang of fear. "Thank goodness we have Master Xiaojiu! She said the headman wasn't dead, but we refused to believe her!"
"Yan Ping opened the coffin without saying a word!"
Ye Yanping hugged the little girl and laughed proudly, "Listen to my daughter, you will never be wrong!"
At this time, someone exclaimed, "Oh, Zen Master Huineng, Yan Ping's father, is still on the mountain with the villagers who are digging graves!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard several voices coming over, "The grave has been dug, the funeral can be held!"
"What kind of funeral is this?" they cried. "No funeral! The village head is alive!"
"Bang!"
When the villagers who had just returned from digging saw the smiling headman, they dropped their hoes and shovels all over the ground.
"Oh my God!"
"Is the Feng Shui treasure land that Zen Master Huineng found so magical?"
"Can you bring the dead back to life?"
The villagers laughed.
"Thank you for your hard work." The village head looked at everyone's red and swollen eyes with an apologetic look, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble and making everyone's work go in vain."
"No trouble, no trouble!" the villagers laughed. "Let's go, Lizheng!"
"Where are you going?" asked the headman.
The villagers laughed and said, "Let's have a feast!"
"Eat your meal!"
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